I wrote this for Alan, a few days after he passed away. There was a soldier............ There was a soldier, proud and tall, the world was hard, mean, cruel. So the soldier left his gun behind, a search for justice instead to find. The soldier fell in love by chance, I was the heart that he taught to dance. He showed me love I never knew, I knew he was the one, so true. The soldier sat and watched the world. War, unrest and hate - unfurled. He longed to see a peaceful day, he yearned to find, somehow, some way. The soldier saw a man who spoke, offering future peace and hope. The soldier began to want to fight, not for wrong, but all that's right. The soldier laboured night and day, spreading the word of a different fray. It was Jeremy Corbyn that led his heart, hope for the future, a brighter start. Then the soldier began to tire, not knowing his heart was going to expire, He climbed the stairs one last time, thinking his work would be fine. His tired body laid down to sleep, his selfless life about to seep. He closed his eyes and released his soul. Now at least the soldier was whole. This was my brave man, my life, and my love. I commit his soul to God above. Please keep this soldier safe for me sweet lord, and may the angels sing the sweetest chord. For Alan Bowers Keep on fighting in his memory